Wednesday, March 14, 2012

I am the Worst

Yeah Yeah Yeah, I know, I have not been writing anything. I have not been able to get excited about this election. I am going to hold my nose and vote for whoever is not Obama.

I will try and do better but this gorgeous weather is really going to make that a difficult proposition.

As a Giants fan I was happy for the Bears getting Brandon Marshall. I thought the price was great and almost every single one of Marshall's multiple personalities thrived with Cutler in Denver. I was happy for all of my long suffering friends who support the Bears through thick and thin.

1 comment:

How's all that hopey, changey New Year's Resolutiony stuff workin' out for ya?

I have to agree with you that much like 99% of Lovie's coaching decisions, his suggestion that black people should vote for Obama -- ostensibly because they are both black and therefore their self-interests must inherently be aligned -- is somewhat less than not retarded. But just as the Packer fan in me appreciates Lovie's bumblings on/near the football field, the intelligent human being in me appreciates his goal on/near the political arena. But you already knew all that. The thing is, you see, I'm 40% convinced that waaaaaay down deep you actually respect the job that Barack Hussein Obama II has done just as much as I do. Thus, the vitriol with which you speak about him is not so much an expression of your true feelings as it is a long-running personal joke that you've shared only with yourself and your diary that was originally born out of an "experimentation phase" you went through in in college (or perhaps even high school) when you began reflexively hating on anything and everything Democrats ever did as a tactic to wind up the more enlightened members of your friend group. However, what once began as a fun mental exercise eventually mutated into a virus with pandemic potential that has apparently spread throughout your cerebral cortex, passing from neuron to neuron, and done so in such a thorough manner that you no longer know which political punch you've drank and which you've just pretended to drink but instead spit into a nearby potted plant while nobody was looking. My theory is that you are like a Stephen Colbert who stayed in character just a litttttle too long one time and suddenly couldn't find the door back home and is now destined to roam the desolate political hinterland searching for another errant quote from Joe Biden that you can misconstrue or decision from President Obama that you can take out of context and warp to meet your own personal -- or at least what you now believe to be your personal -- political tidings. If this diatribe has shaken loose some of the few, the proud, the unmolested neurons within your head that happen to know the way back to that special door leading to Rational Richard, the one who appreciates the myriad profound difficulties facing the nation when our current president took office and who recognizes the political necessity of not always letting "great" be the mortal enemy of "good", and especially the one more interested in political consensus-building rather than trivial point-scoring -- if that Richard ever wants to come out and play, or desires a friend to have a beer with, or needs a shoulder to cry on, or is simply looking for a human receptacle in which to dispense his closely held, true political beliefs, please tell him he should feel free to call me.

As for the Balkanization of [Aymurikun] politics, this is certainly an understandable gripe. Might you have any solutions?